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Post by Erik on Oct 7, 2008 18:15:15 GMT -5
"Well, I shouldn't worry," Erik said jovially. "The fat one seems like a jolly sort. You ought to corner him when the other's not about. He's up above a lot, singing, you know. I'm sure you'll get on better then, and find out what you want."
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Simon Destler
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A lost boy. Not a Lost Boy.
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Post by Simon Destler on Oct 7, 2008 18:24:18 GMT -5
"Up above, eh? I don't suppose you know the way back to that up above then? I was trying to find my way somewhere other than... here... when you found me, Monsieur."
Standing up, no longer able to bear the feeling of a suitcase handle jammed against his rear, Simon stood up, feeling his little spine pop uncomfortably.
"Up there, someone was always mistaking me for someone else's boy, so I don't think hiding will be much of a problem for me."
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Post by Erik on Oct 7, 2008 18:27:54 GMT -5
Much cheered by the image in his head of the boy endlessly pestering Castro, Erik was feeling gregarious.
"Oh, yes," he said. "I know all the ways. Just do this..."
Erik proceeded to give him directions, slightly out of the way in the hopes that it would get the boy out but confuse him about finding his way back.
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Simon Destler
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Post by Simon Destler on Oct 7, 2008 18:42:22 GMT -5
Simon listened intently, seeming to count the directions on his fingers. It sounded like an unusual distance, but so far the man had only led him into a couple of angry men, not into any death traps.
Despite their earlier interaction, for some reason Simon felt he had some reason to trust the man, perhaps because he was just that desperate to get out. When he felt he had it, Simon bade the man goodbye and lifted his case again, heading out and up.
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